Into the Closet

As a teenager I went through that normal stage of curiosity as do most males in their teens. Pornography was not readily available. Playboys were part of my dreams. I managed to appropriate one such magazine by liberating one from a neighbor’s mailbox early one morning on my paper route. He was an EHL hockey player and was out of town. Every morning, before dawn I would happen by his apartment where his mail was accumulating. The temptation was too much.

I would masturbate in my room with my Playboy. I would clean myself with one of my socks which I stored under the mattress. Mom had grown hip to what was happening, but could never find the words to say anything. She had placed a box of tissues in my room with a note on them, “use these.”

Of course I couldn’t use the tissues. What would I do with them? Besides Mom would know I was masturbating (which my church taught was sinful and not normal) if I used the tissues. Instead I ruined more socks.

Mom told me that I needed to learn to hide things better as one day the Playboy fell off from the top of my closet self and hit her on the head while she was putting away my clothes. I knew I had that thing hidden better than that. She had to have been snooping.

One summer day while I was beating off under the covers, Mom popped into the room. Normally I have PJs on, but now I was naked under the covers. I stopped jerking off as soon as I heard the door knob twist, and pretended to be partially asleep. I had a raging hard on that was causing a little “pup tent” effect on the covers. Mom saw the state I was in and asked me if I would get out of bed NOW so she could make it. (Yes, even as a teenager Mom made the bed. Not that I didn’t try a few times, it was just that it never suited her.)

I convinced Mom I had to stay in bed a while longer. She had a big smile on her face as she let me off the hook.

Mom was a very attractive woman. She was of Spanish descent with smooth olive skin and jet black hair. Even after three kids she managed to maintain a sexy figure with 36 C cups, slender waist, and right sized hips. She would typically wear tight sweaters and jeans. Dad couldn’t keep his hands off of her even after 20 years of marriage. Not that he would grab her around us kids, but I would occasionally walk into the living room when my folks would be play wrestling, and then they would suddenly stop.

Dad traveled a lot. Mom’s life grew around late night television. Watching old movies became her main enjoyment. It was summer time and the temperature had grown very warm. During the day we would leave the doors wide open and use fans to cool the house. However at night we would have to shut the doors. We all would sleep with a fan blowing directly on us.

One night Mom told me out of the blue, that it got so hot downstairs while she was watching television that she had to remove her robe and watch it with a fan blowing directly on her. WOW! The very thought of Mom being naked in the living room, spread open on a chair watching television was enough to keep to me in masturbation fantasies for a week. But I wanted to see this for myself.

The living room was set up as a voyeur’s paradise. There was an entrance foyer with glass doors that went into the living room. When it was dark, you couldn’t see into the foyer from the living room. I could literally stand there naked in front of the door and watch Mom in the living room which was lit by a dim lamp by Mom’s chair and the television.

It took me a while to work up the courage to do this. I made a few dry runs down the stairs and back up. The stairs leading to my room came out into the foyer. I realized the stairs creaked too much for a normal descent. I had to slide down slowly on my ass to avoid making any noise. Late one warm night I made my descent. I had to wait for an exceedingly hot night to be sure Mom would be in the mood to disrobe.

I had made it to the bottom. I wasn’t so bold as to stand in front of the doorway. Instead I peeked my head around the corner near floor level. I could see Mom clearly sitting in her chair with a glass of ice water. Almost as if on cue, Mom opened up her terry cloth robe to reveal a totally naked body. She had the fan positioned so it was blowing straight at her pussy. Her body was beautiful. I admired her tan legs which were spread out just enough to give me a view of her hairy pussy. It was too dark to make out any pussy lips, but I could imagine them. Her tits were beautiful orbs. Oh how I wanted to touch them. Mom took a small piece of ice from the glass and rubbed it between her tits. She then lifted each tit and rubbed a little ice under each one.

She slid forward in her chair just a bit to adjust the fan. This allowed me to see her pussy spread open wider and her tits dangling. This was too much for one night. I rushed back to my room and masturbated until I had blisters.

That weekend Dad came home as usual. Only this time he took us shopping for air conditioners. He talked to the sales clerk like an Arab trader. I didn’t think one could bargain in a discount department store, but Dad could and would. I wish I had been taking notes. The air conditioners were a mixed blessing. Oh sure the house would be cool, but now Mom wouldn’t be giving me a tit and pussy show. I couldn’t explain that to Dad.

Once the air conditioners were installed, Dad took a small strip of paper and walked us around the entire house with it showing us what the proper air flow patterns should be, and the best way to angle the louvers. I was watching Mom’s nipples get hard from the cold air stream.

With the show being over, I decided it was time to take matters into my own hands. I would resort to watching Mom in the bathroom through the keyhole. The doors all had ample sized keyholes. The problem with the bathroom door keyhole was the location. I had a side view of the sink which partially blocked a side view of the toilet. Plus I had my sister to contend with. I had to know her location before I could even peek.

I discovered this was a poor way to voyeur. I could sometimes glimpse a side view on Mom’s ass as she sat down and got up from the toilet. Sometimes Mom would wash at the sink. She would literally hike her leg up and place it on the sink as she washed her foot. I would occasionally get a glimpse of pussy, but this would not do. I got bolder.

The bathroom door was made of old wood. There were numerous hooks screwed into the door. There were also spots or holes were there used to be hooks. I decided to make my own hole. It was at crotch elevation, and would view right in front of the sink. I took one of the hooks and screwed a small hole all the way through the wood. Depending on how Mom’s robe fell, the viewing hole would sometimes be blocked. I could live with that.

I used that hole whenever I could. Dad would be out of town during the week and my sister Felicia would typically be playing at the neighbors. I also learned this is where Mom stood to dry off after taking a bath. And she would always do so facing the door. I love a creature of habit.

Watching Mom dry herself off was fun. She would rub the towel back and forth on her back causing her tits to jiggle. She would always spread her legs and get her pussy dry right in front of my peep hole. This was also a great view to play Mom’s gynecologist. On the days she would wash at the sink, she would lift her leg to clean it. When she did this I got to see the lips of her pussy. I couldn’t have been more than three feet away.

I became obsessed with watching Mom naked. I was getting bolder and bolder. I was at a point where I would spy on Mom with Felicia in another part of the house. While bent over looking in the spy hole at Mom’s pussy, Felicia caught me. Instead of black mailing me, she went into the bathroom and told Mom I was peeping at her through the keyhole. Ah the keyhole, that means she didn’t know about the drilled hole. Mom told Felicia she was mistaken, that “Michael wouldn’t do such a thing.” At this point I actually thought Mom believed I was a well-behaved teenager, when in reality Mom just knew this was normal curiosity for a teenage boy and was trying to downplay the whole thing.

I was scared. I sat down in the living room as if nothing happened. Mom never said a word about it. In fact it was never mentioned again. I quickly stuffed the peep hole with toilet paper and toothpaste to cover up the evidence. I never used it again.

My voyeur habits curtailed for quite a bit. We had moved to a new house with modern no-peep door knobs and locks. My parents had a huge walk in closet which I found myself in one day.

I came home from playing baseball; the night air was getting too cool. In the South we could play ball year around. It was December. Mom had the Christmas presents “hidden” in the closet. Actually she didn’t play the hiding game. She told us where our presents were being kept and if we wanted to “spoil our Christmas” we could go ahead and look at them. This tactic worked on me in the past, but not this year. For some reason I was drawn to the closet to snoop since my parents were out.

With my head in the closet, I heard noises and footsteps. Damn, my parents drove up without me hearing them and they were on the stairs headed up! I couldn’t think of a legitimate reason to be in their room, so I hid in the closet. I was able to hide near the back corner, standing up behind Mom’s long coat. Christmas boxes on the floor were stacked to cover my legs and feet, should they happened to open the door.

I could stick my head out from behind Mom’s coat and see their bedroom through the slats or louvers of the closet door. Mom had Dad by the crotch and was leading him toward the bed. Dad was playing 20 questions. “Where’s Felicia?” he asked.